By the time I came to my senses, it was about noon-ish, I couldn't open my eyes for more than a few seconds due to the light and me being so tired. I was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees and grass. The sound of cicadas buzzed in my ear's and annoyed the hell out of me. From what I can remember, there is something different about me, but I can't quite put my finger on what it is. As I tried to stand up, I realised that my attempt was a bad decision because I got such a bad headache from it and so dizzy that the whole world began to spin, the cicadas began to sound louder and more like horns (not car horns). But thankfully that I was able to turn to my stomach because within seconds of moving, I vomited.
When I was through with loosing what ever I ate for the last three days, I happened to look at it. It began to change colors, from normal yellow-orange-ish color, to red, then blue, then green. At that moment, I started doubting life itself, ... or my vision, yeah lets go with vision. I was so entranced with my multi-colored vomit, that I didn't notice that the cicada/horns became louder. I didn't start to worry until it got so loud that it felt like the noise itself was surrounding me. And then as it got louder and louder around me, it came to an immediate stop. Like someone had put me in space, I started gasping for air that I already had and became dizzy once again, but not to the point of vomiting. I felt my eyelids getting heavier and I had a hard time focusing on anything in particular. As I opened my eyes the last few times, I started to see things, like shadows that moved, they came from behind the trees. There were four of them, one was in a wheelchair I think. One of the four got close enough for me to realise that the shadows that were coming were actually people, kids, around my age, too, maybe older by a year or two. I didn't get a good look at his face because when he got close enough, I fainted.
Even though I couldn't move, talk, or even open my eyes, I still knew what was going on. The "shadows" had started speaking to each other, but I couldn't understand them very well, they were speaking English, but it was there own type of it. Suddenly I felt myself being kicked slightly in the ribs, then being picked up violently and swung over a shoulder. As I'm being thrashed around on the back of this gentle kid, I thought to myself, I can't remember my name. WAIT, what is my name? THINK, THINK!! Why can't I remember my name, come ON!! What the hell is my name, is it Ky-... something, or maybe Ro-..., no, Wi-..., no, Fr-, NO!!! What is my name?
